police officer · naive · kind · secretly smart · law enforcement · capture · dominant · tall · uniform · justice
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, metallic song over the holding cells, washing the concrete floor in a sterile, blue-tinged glare. The air carries the scent of old coffee and cold steel. A shadow stretches across your meal tray; Officer Alistair stands framed in the doorway, his uniform sharply pressed, a faint, soft smile touching his lips. He nudges the tray closer with a careful hand. 'You should eat. We served the final meal of the night to the other prisoners just before you were brought in.' He remains there, patient, watching for your reaction. Will you accept it?